if you live in a hectic world and need a breather every now and then....
this is where you need to be
to have a laugh,
take sometime,
think about something else
and be inspired to carry on in that hectic world with smile on your face

project tomato

catch me

i’m falling

it’s so bright and beautiful

so magical

how can this hurt..

it can’t.. can it?

falling so fast

i’m helpless

i want it to stop, kind of..

when i hit the ground

will the explosion of hurt

make me a better person?

or will it destroy me completely..

it feels so pretty

i can’t want it to stop

i don’t really

i feel weightless, like a feather

falling with force

into the hope of you

no childs play

Time and time again you play the card

The card that is tired and worn

Broken, almost

I could rip that card to shreds

I should

But I let you go as you need it

The feel of it for you

The comfort

Yet you think you know my card

And that is has no significance

No compete for you

Tho the wounded soldier cries alone

They feel the need to drain others

To pull the life back into their own

I see it happening in a vicious cycle

It’s easier to sit back and watch

Then throw myself into it all

I will sit and wait

And see if you notice

That I gave the game up a long time ago

That I can’t compete with selfishness

And that I’m letting you win the invisible struggle

I fear you will not ever realise what’s happened

And your mind will never overcome it all

I can only hope for the strength

The passion and the love

To eventually breakthrough and win

Once and for all

I see you in a light like no one else

You are a wandering mind

Someone I can’t figure out

Yet I feel your pain so real

It is something I have felt before

Pain from the love so deep

Whilst it is hard to let go of it all

The time will come when you are ready

I want to help you through your pain

At an arms length of love

I feel you need the warmth of a heart that has recovered from such pain

If you let me in I can help you out

If you push me away

Then freedom is not yet here in your heart

repeat offender

It was bad

No, wait..

It was unforgiveable

How could you put me away like that

Put me so far down I couldn’t speak

I couldn’t sleep

I couldn’t eat

Just a turn of the mind and you were gone

To let me think that I was the cause of the entire downfall

When it was really your selfishness that got in the way

If you weren’t such a cunt about it then maybe I wouldn’t be so disheartened about it all..

About love, in general

But I thank you now for hurting me

So deep, so brutal

Now nothing else will ever feel as bad

Like when you shattered my soul like a piece of glass

love please

love please

relections pt2

As a breath of fresh air in the sun, there was a time when it was innocent and radient

It was the now, the ease of it all

Music was the foundation of the souls

But a tortured artist cannot be tamed

Still, an open wound from ago lend a hand in the fate played upon it all

There was the promise of clarity, a perfect reality

But the end is of broken dreams, from a mind too wired for its own existence

Destructible, impossible at times but there one stood, determined

One loved and did all that one could

But you were not a being that welcomed the ways

After it all, tired and emotionally drained, the end was peaceful for one

A sense of guilt, pain, joy and pride stood

One is left with a reasoning in the life

relections pt3

Never before had one felt so revived, afresh of life and ready for the next chapter

Still unsure of the path ahead, one fell into step with another

So sure of it all yet a character with soul, you came at a time of crossroads

One chose with defiance to take part of an unknown journey, excited but nervous of the boundaries

So much experience, the life lessons one learnt upon this journey

Your character gleamed and before long determination bought you to heights only ever dreamed

It seemed the pieces fit and it had been the only time one felt relaxed and secure with another being

There was a connection, something felt right, was it the fun of it all?

Spontaneity?

But one was loyal of the success even though there was the feeling of disillusion to ones own path

But soon you were not secure and strong as once before

The character dimmed and the soul lost its way

Success beckoned with a one way street

And suddenly the pieces no longer fit

One is left with questions for the life…

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